The dragon landed in a flurry of snow and steam, black scales gleaming and red-seamed like hot coals. They turned their burning eyes to the woman face-down in the snow….
Curled on her side in the window-seat, she gazed out at the open moors. Tears made gentle tracks down her cheeks. Outside, the clouds gathered, dark with empathy, heavy with…
His feet were sore and blistered in his shredded shoes. His shirt was bramble-torn and leaf-stained, his trousers dirty and frayed. The river was a mirage-like solace, too good to…
There is a woman drifting in the deep. Her eyes are closed, her limbs loose and floating. Fish dart in and out of her hair. Many-armed things probe her face…
And it was *really good*! I feel very seen and understood and am more than a little emotional about the whole thing. Please do take a look if you’d like…